Once Again . .

A Haiku For The NightPeople come and go;We never see each other.Neighbors are strangers.

"It was a dark and stormy night . . .I rarely see the people coming and going from the building across the walk. The blinds in my kitchen window are usually closed, shielding me from them, and vice versa. I only occasionally spread the space between a couple of slats enough to look down at the pavement to see if it's raining. The forecast is for mostly dark overnight with increasing light into the morning hours.